Yeah, nickels please Yeah can I get a Heineken? Thank you World cup on the flat screen silent Chips stacked up like a castle on an island (Stacked) Mustard colored nickels, winning so I'm feeling like I'm all that A bag of chips plus a couple pickles Aroma of tobacco in the chamber As the slot machines babble out in eastern Pennsylvania I started out with two Franklin's, I'm up to eight but Old Asian lady next to me too much makeup I look away, never envision the wheel But my number kept falling like drunk bitches in heels (Twenty nine) See I don't change, I always stay the same Since this Russian chick in Cleveland told me it's the Devil's game I had past bummers but made cash from it Since last summer betting only black numbers Today's no different, so I'm sticking with it (Sticking with it) Black 29, hit twice, magnificent I shoulda colored out but kept playing like a idiot Castle started crumbling, I'm playing just the minimum Two, red kept falling like a bloodbath Down to just a hundred so I'm plotting on a comeback Dude sits next to me, he lights a Camel Exhales the smoke in my face and on my flannel What kind of douche motherfucker is this? So I'm plotting on his death as I pepper my chips My number hits, but he's smoking in my grill piece I hate cigarettes even though I smoke the ill weed (Smoke the ill weed) I'll place one more bet and then color out My triumph quickly turned into a bummer now The number falls, red 21 fuck I've been here before But the dealer put the marker on 18 by mistake And then she cleared the board I didn't have chips on either square, so I started bouncing But the cigarette dude winks and makes an announcement He's like, "yo, that's not fair You put the marker on 18, that's the wrong square You already wiped away the chips from 21 But me and this guy had the chips stacked to the sun" (We did) He's pointing at me, the dealer says "oh shit" She got no way to verify, so we both hit I started five to one, each on five mix That's the grip equivalent to Pringles truck full of chips (Stack 'em up) I gave him daps, bounced, that's just the predicate Then me and Jay Caron drove to Connecticut